Looking for Teacher Ding Yaqiong, I was a little stunned.

In addition to being afraid of the "two flowers", the white hand is also afraid of Mr. Ding.

Rural people are afraid of people for three reasons: first, they owe debts, second, they have great power, and third, they have taken advantage of their shortcomings.

The white hand does not owe Mr. Ding money, and Mr. Ding has no power, but Mr. Ding has taken the shortcomings of the white hand.

It's like those two flowers, because the white hand unintentionally saw them bathing, they kept talking about it, so that the white hand is still afraid.

Back then, he made a big mistake in order to make money.

Boss Chen's two sons, the water tank and the mallet, took out a dollar and two steamed buns to give to the white hand, on the condition that the white hand went to steal the underwear that Teacher Ding was hanging outside.

The white hand was hungry, and there was no rice at home, so he agreed without thinking about it.

As a result, he was arrested and all the stolen goods were seized.

Teacher Ding didn't tell the story, and the water tank and mallet didn't know whether it was successful or not, because Bai Shou listened to Teacher Ding's instructions and said that he didn't steal underwear.

Teacher Dante asked the white hand to write a review book, which was a thousand words, and asked the white hand to use his hand to crawl the words and copy it five times.

The review book has become a piece of the heart of the white hand.

When I returned home with my white hand, I hesitated until noon the next day before I went to the village elementary school to find Mr. Ding.

When I arrived at the village elementary school and saw that the gate was closed, I remembered that today was Sunday.

He folded back with his white hand and walked towards Tong Laoqi's house.

Teacher Ding does not live in the school, she has been renting Tong Lao Qi's house, and she hardly leaves the house when she is not in class.

In terms of generation, Tong Lao Qi and the white-handed godfather Tong Lao Wu are the same generation, they are still cousins, and they have to call Grandpa Seven with their hands.

But the white-handed man is also strange, acknowledging seniority, but not addressing him according to seniority. is like the old captain, he should have been called uncle, but he called him uncle instead.

With his white hands, Tong Laoqi was also lowered by one generation, calling him Uncle Seven or Uncle Tong Qi.

Uncle Tong Qi is an honest man, and he is in his yard at this time, burying his head in making palm brooms.

"Uncle Seven, where are you busy?"

"Oh, it's hands? What's the matter with you? ”

With his white hand, he respectfully handed over a cigarette, "Uncle Seven is also making palm brooms?" ”

Uncle Tong Qi put the cigarette to his ear and said with a smile: "Hand, you are now a professional household making palm brooms, and the commune and the brigade call on everyone to learn from you." ”

Bai Shouqian smiled and said: "Uncle Seven, don't praise me, when it comes to making palm products, you are a big expert." ”

"Hehe, it's you who leads the way in making money."

In Baicun, Uncle Tong Qi is also a good hand at making palm products. It's just that he is in his fifties and can't go out to peel palms, but there are a bunch of daughters and a son at home, and the son is in high school and can't help.

In fact, Uncle Tong Qi used to mainly make lily clothes, this palm broom, and he has only done it occasionally in the past few years.

Although he doesn't usually have much contact, Bai Shou has a good impression of Uncle Tong Qi, so he was willing to change fields with him when he divided the field last time.

"Hand, are you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for Teacher Ding." Bai Shou asked in a low voice, "Seventh Uncle, is Teacher Ding at home?" ”

"Yes, I must be reading a book."

Uncle Tong has seven single-storey tiled houses. One is a hall. There are three rooms on the west side, where the old couple live with their son and the elderly mother, and the extra is used as a warehouse and kitchen.

There are three rooms on the east side, one is where the two unmarried daughters live, and the other two are Mr. Ding's rooms.

Mr. Ding has been living in Tong's house for 10 years.

Later, Mr. Ding paid for it, opened a door by himself, and built a small attic.

The white hand knows that Mr. Ding's favorite thing to do is to sit in the small attic and read a book.

Uncle Tong Qi shouted in the direction of the small attic, "Teacher Ding, someone is looking for you." ”

thanked Uncle Tong Qi with his white hand, walked to the door of Teacher Ding and waited.

After a while, the door opened, and Mr. Ding was standing in the doorway.

Seeing that it was white-handed, Teacher Ding smiled and said, "Xiaobai, rare guests." ”

The word classmate made Bai Shou nervous, and immediately thought of the bad things he had done, and he blushed and couldn't speak.

"Come in." Teacher Ding turned around and left.

The white hand did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Teacher Ding stopped and turned around, smiling, "Say, why don't you come in?" ”

"Ding, Mr. Ding, no one in the village will let me enter the house."

"I'm not from your village."

It's true, since Mr. Ding went to the mountains and went to the countryside, his hukou was not in the brigade, and his hukou was hung in a certain unit in the county, which was even more popular than the people in the commune.

"Also, Mr. Ding, your house is full of books."

"Oh, what do you mean? I have books at home, which is why you don't dare to enter the door? ”

The white hand smiled embarrassedly, "This and this...... Book and lose the same sound. I'm in business, I'm afraid of losing, I'm afraid of being discouraged by your book. ”

Teacher Ding changed from smiling to chuckling, "Huh...... If you don't come in, how can you have a chance to take your review book? ”

At the mention of the review, the white hand was immediately deflated, and he had no courage to resist at all.

That's right, Teacher Ding's family has a lot of books, she moved from her hometown, and I heard that there are thousands of them.

I heard that some books are very old and thick, and they can be used as pillows.

I got good grades when I was reading with my white hands, but I usually don't like books and have no feelings for books.

But like most of the people in the village, the white hand also likes Teacher Ding, and Teacher Ding's noble temperament has a special charm.

There were books in the living room, and Mr. Ding asked him to sit, but he didn't dare to sit on the book with his white hands.

"Xiaobai, you drink water." Teacher Ding poured a cup of hot water and looked pleasant.

"Teacher Ding, I ......"

"Sit down and drink water."

It's like a command, sit down with white hands, pick up the cup and drink.

Taking a big sip of water, Teacher Ding smiled.

The white hand was attracted by the taste of the water, and drank a few more sips in a row.

Legend has it that Mr. Ding's water has a kind of flower, which tastes fragrant and mellow, refreshing people's hearts.

"How's it going, is it delicious?" Teacher Ding asked with a smile.

"No, I didn't drink it." Tell the truth with your white hands.

"Woo, then drink again." Teacher Ding refills the teacup in his white hand.

The white hand drank a few more sips, and pretended to taste the product, flattering: "It's delicious, it's delicious." ”

"Alright, let's talk about it now."

With his white hand, he took out the envelope containing the photo and shaved it in front of Mr. Ding.

"Teacher Ding, this is what Teacher Liu asked me to bring to you, she said that it was entrusted by an old colleague of yours in the county education commission, you will know what is going on when you see it."

Teacher Ding sighed, took out the photo and looked at it, then stuffed the envelope back and threw it on the coffee table.

"It's really a dog with a mouse and a nosy."

He got up with a white hand and said, "Ding, Teacher Ding, this has nothing to do with me." ”

"Whoa...... You sit down, I'm not talking about you. ”

He sat down again with his white hands, but he was nervous, and he wanted to find an excuse to slip away.

"Xiaobai, what do you think of this?"

"What's going on?" Pretending to be stupid with white hands.

"Just tell me about the matchmaker, what do you think? Should I pick one to marry? ”

The white hand couldn't help it, and laughed evilly.

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